We’re Nookie-Bound

MeatballsSince you asked, the hands-down greatest camp song ever written goes something like this:

We are the C.I.T.’s so pity us,

The kids are brats the food is hideous,

We’re gonna’ smoke and drink and fool around.

We’re nookie-bound.

We’re the North Star C.l.T.’s.

If you’ve never been to summer camp, or don’t remember one of the greatest scenes in the 1979 Ivan Reitman film, Meatballs, then you, my friend, have never experienced summer.

Alright, that may be a bit harsh, but for someone who grew up with this film (my parents had dubbed it onto the same VHS as Stripes… they will forever be related, the ultimate 6-year-old double feature), this scene, and this song in particular, has driven in its stakes and popped a permanent tent into the dust-covered, brush-rattling, creek-rolling, open-air, tree-covered corners of my psyche. It’s always summer up there, and this is its theme.

I still get goosebumps when listening to this song, and every time it’s welcomed with a smile. I hope you enjoy.

 

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